The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha
Chapter 109 - 108: Deal with Scorpion Demoness

Chapter 109: Chapter 108: Deal with Scorpion Demoness

Nezha cupped Long Ji’s face with both hands, making her watery eyes meet his gaze directly, then said, "Do you wish for your man to become better and better, or to revolve around you every day?"

Long Ji wanted to say that she preferred him revolving around her, but felt she couldn’t be so selfish. After engaging in a bit of inner self-reflection, under Nezha’s encouraging gaze, she said, "Become better and better!"

Nezha gave her a head pat and gently coaxed, "If I become stronger, won’t you feel more respected in front of your parents and outsiders?"

Long Ji nodded.

"If I become stronger, won’t I be able to protect you better?"

Long Ji nodded again.

"If I become stronger, won’t I be able to help your father when he encounters trouble, just like this time?

I’m striving so hard entirely for the sake of our future!"

Long Ji was deeply moved and nodded again and again before throwing herself into Nezha’s arms, rubbing her face against him, "Nezha, you’re so wonderful~"

Poor Long Ji had already fallen thoroughly into Nezha’s trap.

After a brief moment of affection, Nezha reluctantly left under Long Ji’s yearning gaze and departed for the Lower Realm, following a sense of direction all the way back to the South Capital in an inexplicable turn of events. Despite following the feeling, he somehow felt something was amiss.

Nezha recalled the current situation with the ownerless Treasure, Chaos Green Lotus, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His Spiritual Mechanism surged as false Dao Qi began to flow around him. Inexplicable black aura started radiating from his body, dark demon marks appeared on his face, and his eyes turned fierce. His calm demeanor shifted to one of profound depth, looking exactly like someone who had descended into demonhood.

Demon Nezha made his limited-time appearance!

Nezha once again began sensing the Treasure’s location and very easily detected its precise whereabouts. Without hesitation, he embarked on his journey, teleporting across space to reach a mountain ridge.

The ridge appeared completely ordinary, but Nezha sensed his destined opportunity was hidden here. He waved his hand and retrieved the Chaos Green Lotus Whisker, golden threads circling him once before flying off in a specific direction.

Nezha followed them all the way to a small dirt mound, where the golden threads finally stopped and began spiraling over it.

With a single hand gesture and a pointed finger, the mound cracked open instantly, revealing two pitch-black objects within—a jet-black spearhead and a scorpion about the size of an adult’s forearm, including its tail.

The scorpion, exposed to the light, immediately crouched, its tail lifted high. The massive stinger at the end of its tail gleamed with a sinister black glint, eerily resembling the radiance emitted by the God Slaying Spear. It looked entirely unapproachable.

Nezha: "..."

This was clearly an owned item. Normally, an Immortal would simply kill this nearly-spiritualized scorpion, take the Magical Treasure, and call it a day. But Nezha was no ordinary Immortal; he could never shake the feeling that taking someone’s possession while killing them was outright wrong.

Just like when he swindled Yin Shou in the past, his way of doing things revolved around mutual consent. Perhaps this was Nezha’s deep-seated obsession in his soul.

He contemplated what scorpions might like to eat, but after much thinking, he hit a blank. He had never studied such creatures; in fact, he feared them deeply in his past life.

He rummaged through the storage space in his sleeve.

He pulled out some Spirit Fruits, but the scorpion was unmoved.

Then he brought out a three-thousand-year-old Peach, but it still didn’t work; clearly, the scorpion didn’t favor vegetarian options.

He stowed away the Spirit Fruits and Peach and instead took out a piece of preserved meat from the Witch Clan. This time, the scorpion finally reacted. Being close to spiritualization, it had already developed some Spiritual Wisdom and could somewhat grasp Nezha’s intent.

It hesitated between the spearhead and the preserved meat for a while but ultimately remained stationary.

It seemed the meat was effective, though the approach wasn’t quite right. Thinking deeply, Nezha finally resorted to his collection of massive mosquito corpses gathered from the Blood Mountain Range, each at least in the Mystic Immortal Realm or Golden Immortal Realm. These were Nezha’s prized possessions.

He took out two heavily damaged Mystic Immortal Realm mosquito corpses and tossed them in front of him. Immediately, the black scorpion abandoned the spearhead and scurried over, devouring them voraciously. Even its tail, which had been held high defensively, lowered.

Its feeding frenzy was truly an unseemly sight, and Nezha threw down another mosquito carcass the size of a calf, saying, "Today, I trade these three mosquito corpses for your spearhead. If you agree, wag your tail."

The scorpion continued feasting but began wagging its black-glowing tail.

Nezha murmured, "Good," and then took the God Slaying Spear’s spearhead.

As for the Scorpion Demoness, Nezha left her to her own devices.

Since he was already here and hadn’t returned to the South Capital in ages, unlike Emperor Yu, who famously refrained from entering his home thrice, Nezha lacked such lofty principles.

He decided to visit Old Li first. Spotting Old Li holding a Golden Tower startled him—was this some bigshot’s treasure meant to set him up?

Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "What is this?"

The Heaven and Earth Exquisite Xuanhuang Tower—was this a local sub-tower in the South Capital?

Old Li was delighted to see Nezha and noticed Nezha had been staring at the Tower in his hands. He explained how he acquired it and even offered it to Nezha, saying, "If you like it, take it. This thing makes my hands sore just holding it every day."

Nezha was quite touched; while Old Li was initially hard-hearted, he genuinely treated him well now. First gifting him the Vajra Bodhi Seed, and now the Linglong Pagoda, even after explaining its priceless value, Li Jing showed no intention of taking it back.

Nezha was someone who couldn’t be pressured but could be persuaded gently. While he didn’t accept the Pagoda, he mentally noted Old Lamp’s name in his little notebook.

"Old Lamp, you just wait—when there’s a chance, I’ll definitely repay you with a nine-nine-six, zero-zero-seven blessing!"

He subtly hinted to Old Li, advising him to offer more prayers at the Laozi Temple. "The Saints are everlasting, but we need a sincere heart," he said.

Old Li grasped Nezha’s underlying message immediately and promised to burn incense and pray in the future.

Nezha didn’t linger, as he really didn’t know how to interact with Li Jing. Spending too much time together became unbearably awkward, as they truthfully shared little common ground.

Nezha spoke of leading troops against Mosquito Daoist and eliminating Luo Hou’s avatar, but Li Jing had no idea who Mosquito Daoist or Luo Hou were. Immortal battles had nothing in common with mortals’ military tactics.

Conversely, Nezha had no interest in Li Jing’s mundane affairs.

Jinzha and Mu Zha, who cultivated immortality while mastering worldly matters, were better conversationalists. Nezha shared some insights with them on his breakthrough to Earth Immortal Realm and left behind some unused spiritual materials and Treasures. The two brothers had worked tirelessly for Li Tang.

Finally, Nezha rode the clouds to the South Capital, sensing King Ji’s growing presence. As an Immortal, Nezha could faintly perceive the astonishing Dao Qi associated with humanity emanating from him. Although it didn’t compare to Yin Shou’s, it was already beyond what an Immortal could easily overwhelm.

King Ji’s majestic royal robe, wide and bright yellow embroidered with blue thunder patterns, lent her naturally alluring presence an air of immense authority. When she saw Nezha appear, she swept the Petitions off her desk and bounded toward him gleefully.

Then, with two light coughs, the surrounding palace maids scurried to close the doors discreetly, not daring to cast another glance at Nezha.

Nezha, full of exasperation, faced Daji’s wandering hands and said, "Great King, please compose yourself!"